i know you have the hardest time finding the right colors for how you feel violins coax your head, strings strung too tightly & wax that just won't melt oxygen tanks are lacking liters, your friends are zebras that don't always come through a million miles of separation won't keep your feelings from you traffic lines in celebration, black & white or black & blue beat up ourselves until we're convinced we're more weak than smooth you dug the first grave on the moon, fertile farewells from the womb - coffin consolations to chemical cures prescription formalities, needles never burn never burn the way the cloudy coast bent you over its knee when you kept your legs closed & you're bleeding, well there's cotton for that; alcohol swabs & you'll be right back - bars mean different things to different people so whisper your pay bracket be not bashful nor ashamed - we're fucked no matter how it's stacked the way they choose to travel or to sleep says so much about a man i pray you'll never get pushed up against a wall again - harvard or harlequin, are you welcomed or thrown out gene pool dictating the medium you're tossed around do you roam around in selvedge jeans or foam at the mouth at the sight of salvaged rings & if you're in need, there's a thriftshop for that, & for everything they sing, they can always be had